LITTER: A PERENNIAL PROBLEM IN
A TOURIST TOWN
In the midst
of tourist season I’ve a most compelling reason
To put forth
a proposition to the people of this town
To avoid the
awful bummer that confronts us every summer
We could bring
in prohibition just to keep the litter down
Almost every
can and bottle scattered freely through the wattle
And the
Mallacoota beaches and the Mallacoota streets
Was once
full of beer or bourbon and it’s messing up our urban
Grassy
verges and the reaches of the natural world so sweet.
Tourists
spend a lot of money but it isn’t very funny
When the
trade-off is a heap of litter halfway to the sun
It seems the
summer drinkers are the dirty rotten stinkers
Groups of
bottle-dropping creeps with no respect for anyone
Every year
when they’ve departed, groups of locals, broken-hearted
Get together
to clean up the filthy mess that’s left behind
It’s our
home, we want to share it - but we have to then repair it
After boozy
litter-droppers of the grubby thoughtless kind
This harsh
message I should soften, for the folks that visit often
Love this
place for all its wild and pristine loveliness, it’s true
It’s the
litter-chucking scum who should feel free not to come
Back to places they’ve defiled – and take your litter back with you!
© Sue Hines 2018
